Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

The laughter stopped, and the upward curve of Huayun's mouth froze. She couldn't help thinking about the last time Bian Feichen gave up on crossing the thunder disaster. In the end, she felt that her worry was unfounded. Brother Gongyi is a noble person, and what happened last time was more of a coincidence. After some mental activities, he raised the arc of the corner of his mouth again, because his facial expression remained in the same posture last time, which made him look a little silly at this time.

"Fool." Seeing his silly smile, Wei Zhi commented mercilessly.

"Heh, idiot." Hua Yun was furious and shot back without hesitation.

"Fool."

"fool."

"Fool."

"fool!"

"..."

"You two idiots, give me peace!" Finally unable to stand the noisy atmosphere, Gong Yilin stopped.

"What do you mean by being stupid?" Hua Yun wrinkled her nose and turned around, "A lord doesn't remember a villain's mistakes, I don't care about him."

Wei Zhi, "Hehe."

"You idiot, how dare you mock me!" Hua Yun yelled, almost yelling with her hands on her hips.

Seeing that the flames of war were about to rise again, Gong Yilin shook his head, turned around and left the 'battlefield' full of gunpowder and smoke, changed another path, and went to a secluded cave to practice.

"The Dao has just been completed, the five lucks and the six qi, and those who are obedient to the five elements are wishful..." Closing his eyes and looking inside, Gong Yilin clearly saw countless auras like streams trickling to the dantian, but his body was still like a funnel. In addition to nourishing the meridians, flowing through the meridians will eventually spread out.

Gongyilin also thought about why he was so slow in practicing "Futu Jue", he thought his comprehension was not bad, and his skills were not problematic, but in the end it could only be attributed to his body, maybe the ghost cultivator's gas condensed Luck itself is an extremely difficult thing.

"Proceed step by step, don't be too hasty." Exhale a foul breath, finish practicing the "Buddha Jue", and switch to another set of mental methods.

Until the last breath of turbidity in his body dissipated, Gong Yilin stood up refreshed. He walked outside the cave, and the morning sun had already risen high. It was so difficult for him to practice a Buddhist mind method. The elder brother didn't know how to practice the Taoist method back then. .

Just as he was about to end his practice and walk back, his feet stagnated. Gongyilin changed his direction in time and walked towards the back mountain.

Just as Hua Yun said to him on the first day, almost no one goes to the back mountain on weekdays, and the beasts that protect the mountain are notorious, and it is not a pleasure to have no disciples looking for it. Counting the time, he has been here three or four times before he knew it. From the initial curiosity, even he himself doesn't know why he wanted to go here.

"Are you going to seek death again?" A fleshy transparent object drilled out of the storage bag.

Gongyilin Fue, he clearly remembered that he fastened the storage bag tightly before, it seems that this fat bug has used his brain again.

The breeze lifted his long black hair, and Gong Yilin suddenly felt powerless.

Amethyst Dragon King, Nagato, Kunpeng, one thing and another are intertwined, and if this goes on, these three thousand blue threads will soon become melancholy.

It was only a moment of emotion. Facing the brilliance of the rising sun, Gong Yilin took another step, made a standard expression of smiling like a spring breeze, and continued to walk towards the back mountain.

"Why do you want to seek death?" Gu Wang twisted his fat body and continued to drill out, and finally reached the edge of the storage bag with his whole body, extruding his long and fat body. , swaying slightly, like an unworldly teenager swaying with the breeze.

This beautiful picture appeared on a fat bug, which made people feel a little weird.

"Don't make such a human gesture."

"Why?" Gu King yelled: "When I take shape, you will know how handsome I am, everyone loves me..."

"Stop!" Gongyilin couldn't take it anymore and said, "I don't know how long it will be until you transform into a form. Before that, please consciously maintain the awareness that you should have as a Zerg, and don't crawl upright."

Fat Chongzi's body stiffened suddenly, as if his whole body was frozen.

Without the expected choking sound, Gong Yilin lowered his head in surprise.

Gu King hesitated and said: "I don't seem to be from the Zerg race."

Gong Yilin laughed: "As a Gu king, you are not a Zerg, so who is a Zerg?"

"I don't know." Gu King said a little annoyed: "Recently, I always feel, I always feel... In short, I just don't sleep well, and I always have strange dreams."

"Oh?" Gong Yilin stopped, his eyes fixed, "dream?"

King Gu shook his fat head and nodded, "I can't remember many scenes, but I'm in the same scene every time."

"What kind of scene are you talking about?"

"I can't remember, it's very messy," said the almost invisible small eyes with a touch of reminiscence, "But it seemed to be a rainy night, but I saw catkins flying."

As he spoke, his tail curled up involuntarily, as if his heart was twitching.

"Forget it," Gu King shook his body, no longer looking for troubles for himself, "probably the strange situation occurred when he was approaching the transformation stage." After speaking, he was about to get into the storage bag again.

A slender finger blocked its way, "Maybe I can help you a little."

The elder brother once said that there are no random things in this world, everything happens because of its cause and effect, as big as the rise and fall of a sect, as small as the birth and death of an ant, the more unbelievable it is, the more we must trace the source .

Gu King poked his head out curiously, "How can I help?"

"I say some words, you just listen and tell me what comes to mind instantly."

"It's easy, you say."

Gongyilin pondered for a moment, then said, "Xiaoyu."

Gu King: "Bamboo Umbrella."

Gongyilin: "The rainy season."

Gu King: "Snail."

Gongyilin: "Poems and books."

Gu King: "Shaoguang."

The question and answer between the two went very smoothly. Gongyilin asked all kinds of things, including seasons, food, and place names. An extremely flat voice said two words: "Nagato."

A somewhat fuzzy face suddenly appeared in Gu King's mind, he couldn't see it clearly, he couldn't touch it, but he could feel an exceptionally cold and handsome face at that time, he couldn't help murmuring: "Who is he? "

It enters into a violent state, and the tip of the tail is erected. This is an aggressive action, but it may not be a self-protective action.

Gong Yilin didn't urge him, but patiently waited for the answer.

After a long time, the tip of Gu King's tail gradually became vertical, relaxed, and slowly fell until it returned to its original shape.

I saw the fat bug twisting his whole body, his posture was as funny as a jelly falling on the ground, "I see."

Gong Yilin's eyes lit up, if this Gu King really had memories about Nagato, he might be able to deduce why Senior Brother Jiu asked him to go.

Being passive was not his favorite state.

Gu King happily said: "That must be my appearance after transformation. I am eight feet tall, tall and handsome, and my eyes are not angry but powerful..."

Before he finished speaking, he was picked up and cruelly thrown into a storage bag. This time, Gongyilin specially set up a small sealing technique to prevent it from escaping.

There is no nagging from King Gu, Gongyilin quickens his pace, the fallen leaves in the forest are always there all year round, with Kunpeng's strength, I am afraid that even if he does not make a sound, he can still feel it.

Just as he was thinking about these things, there was a whistling sound of wind in the distance, like a boulder rolling down a cliff. This sound was no stranger to Gongyilin, and it was even especially familiar during this period of time: the unique sound of Kunpeng spreading its wings .

When I looked up, I saw a white figure hovering like lightning in the sky ten thousand feet high, so beautiful that it was indescribable.

"Could it be that you don't want to see me, so you fly so high on purpose?" The more I think about it, the more likely it is that I don't fly sooner or later, but I choose to fly when I come.

Yujian flying?There are also restrictions on the magic weapon, and it is impossible to go up ten thousand feet high. Gong Yilin narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice: "Maybe Nagato can refine the flying magic weapon that can fly ten thousand feet high."

Should he consider refining one this time? If possible, he would definitely not choose another flying sword. No matter what, it should be a linden tree, or a small palace. If it flies in the sky, Dora!

After waiting for a while, seeing that Kunpeng was not ready to land, Gongyilin did not rush, and sat cross-legged directly on the ground made of thick fallen leaves, took a deep breath, and sang loudly: "I want to fly to the sky, shoulder to shoulder with the sun... "

Every word is sung with sufficient cultivation, not only in the sky, but also half of Tianyuan can clearly hear this demonic singing.

The Huayun fruit core that was eating a peach got stuck in his throat, and Wei Zhi, who was wiping his sword, shook his hand and nearly dropped the sword on the ground, while some elders who were retreating almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, and some people opened their eyes, and the anger in their eyes almost erupted, " Who is it that caused this old man to fall short in this retreat!" After speaking, his body shot out like lightning, broke through the barrier, and looked for the culprit.

The power of this voice is so powerful that it almost caused many people to go mad. Later, a disciple of Tianyuan commented: "God gave Senior Gongyilin such a 'beautiful' singing voice, why didn't he send him to Qinzong?"

Qin Zong and Tianyuan have always been at odds. If Gong Yilin went to Qin Zong, he didn't have to do anything else, but yelling twice in front of the mountain gate would probably cause many masters to become unstable.

Whether it was for himself or for the sect, it was impossible for Qinghe to let Gongyilin cry and howl below. He leaned down from tens of thousands of altitudes, and the airflow generated by his rapid flight split many towering trees around him.

Gong Yilin avoided a seat belt early, folded his arms and looked at Kunpeng parked in front of him with a smile that was not a smile. The meaning in his eyes was self-evident: Fly, you are flying, if you have the ability, fly to the sky and become an immortal. No matter how high you fly, a single voice will make you come back obediently.

The scar was healed and he forgot about the pain. He had completely forgotten about the last time he almost fell to his death from a height of ten thousand feet.

Kunpeng's landing point was only a few hundred meters away from him, and a deep voice came to mind from Gongyi Lin Zhihai, "What's the matter?"

Although he already knew Kunpeng's true identity, Gongyilin didn't want to reveal it immediately. This kind of procrastination has another meaning. The important thing is that he is now the party taking the initiative.